A busy day. Bakeries become extra busy on weekends, as the benefit of a two-day weekend is that sales on the weekend will soar.
Most people were reluctant to go out to buy food over the next two days, especially as the weather was getting hotter. So they would buy two or three days' worth of bread and then enjoy a quiet weekend at home or go on an outing in the wild.
There are actually not many entertainment options for people in the Federation nowadays. For ordinary people, watching TV and going for an outing may be the few entertainment activities that do not require much money.
Going to bars, opera houses, nightclubs and the like is not something their class can afford. The same is true for amusement parks. There are a lot of people and the fees are not cheap.
It is precisely these people who cannot afford to consume who truly create wealth for this society. It has to be said that reality is sometimes more fantastic than books.
A little after eight o'clock in the evening, the bakery's business finally came to an end. What was surprising was that there was pizza for dinner that day.
Pizza has been introduced to the Federation for fifty or sixty years. From being a "hometown delicacy" of a small group of people to being a very popular food today, it has actually gone through a lot of localization processes.
Because of the sales of Federal Pizza, many people even believe that Federal Pizza is the most authentic, causing some regions that may have had pizza earlier than Federal to move closer to Federal in terms of production style and taste.
And this is one of the important reasons why adults are crazy about praising the federal economy - everyone is aligning themselves with the strongest economy.
There is so much cheese in the pizza "pool" that it is about to overflow, and it is filled with sausage slices and beef cubes, with a layer of ham slices on top.
The fat boss treated the hams as his own treasures. Every night before closing the shop, he would go to the warehouse in person to check whether the row of hams were safe.
Although Fordis thought the bakery's Sumuli ham was not authentic, he still bought it for four hundred and ninety-nine dollars, a total of fifty-five pounds.
Assuming that each box of less than two ounces, or about fifty grams, costs two dollars and a half, a ham is worth about one thousand two hundred and fifty dollars in the bakery.
Buy - Selling ham is actually more profitable than selling bread, but after all, only a few people buy ham.
Ordinary people cannot afford, nor are they willing to spend hundreds of dollars to buy a good ham. They have to think twice even if they want to buy a few slices for two dollars and fifty cents.
There are also cheaper hams here, one dollar a piece. Although the taste is not as good, it is cheap. It is currently the most profitable product in the bakery, no doubt about it.
The ham baked over charcoal fire exudes an aroma that is hard to describe, a complex and compound aroma, combined with the aroma of cheese, sausage, beef, and bread. Lance had to admit that Johnny was a good hand at making pizza, at least.
"Sit down, Lance."
Lance, who was mopping the floor, whistled, then took off his apron and sat down at the dining table.
The fat boss's daughter looked at her father with some surprise, then looked at Lance, and then became very shy.
The fat boss didn't notice this, his attention was all on Lance.
"Eat a little?"
"You won't charge me extra, will you?" Lance didn't do anything.
The fat boss looked a little embarrassed and annoyed. "Is this how I look in your eyes?"
"I know that although I am usually very strict with you, you can't deny that you have food and drink here, and you also have a job."
Lance interjected, "And I still owe you four bucks."
The fat boss frowned, "I was just joking with you, don't you have any sense of humor?"
At this time, the apprentice, who had just finished his work and was covered in sweat, walked out from the back hall.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the work was getting harder and harder. The oven in the back hall was like a small sun, emitting deadly heat.
Every summer, newspapers often report accidents happening around bakery ovens, and fainting from the heat seems to be becoming a criterion for determining whether a particular summer is hot enough.
He had changed into a new set of clothes, wiped his hands, and was about to sit down when the fat boss looked up at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"
The apprentice was a little confused. He looked at the fragrant pizza on the table. In fact, he had contributed a lot to this.
He stammered, not knowing what to say, "I...just now you said we should eat this tonight."
The fat boss pointed at Lance, his daughter, and himself, "Us."
Then he pointed at him again, "You."
"Are 'we' and 'you' the same thing?"
"I really doubt whether your primary school teacher had water in his brain to teach you like this. Your dinner is in the back cabinet. You know, the bread from the day before yesterday."
The bread from the day before was like stones, and some of it would be left over every day, and that was their dinner.
The apprentice had an expression of disbelief, he couldn't believe that Lance was allowed to sit at the table. As a local apprentice who worked for 30 days every month, not only did he not get paid a penny but he also had to pay the boss ten dollars, yet he didn't even have the right to eat a pizza!
He glared at the fat boss. The young man was so angry, but the fat boss was not ambiguous at all. "If you don't want to do it, you can get out. But don't let your damn mother kneel down in front of me and beg me!"
As if he was hit in a vital point, the apprentice, who had been tense with his fists clenched, suddenly lost his breath.
It was like a poor creature whose spine had been pulled out, and it could only crawl on the ground.
He lowered his head, turned around, and walked towards the back hall. That was where he should go, not here.
Lance picked up a piece. It was full of cheese and meat, the most sumptuous meal he had seen since he came here!
He took a bite, and his teeth first crushed the ham slice that was slightly burnt and greasy, and then cut the sausage that was crispy on the surface but still soft on the inside.
Next comes the slightly sticky cheese, accompanied by a rich milky aroma that explodes like a volcanic eruption. The beef cubes are crushed during chewing, and the unique taste stimulates every taste bud!
When it is swallowed, the unique wheat aroma of the bread begins to show, and there are also some basil leaves and other spices. This pizza is simply a work of art!
He gobbled the whole pizza up, stuffing the edge into his mouth, then picked up the second slice.
The fat boss's eyes twitched. He entertained Lance just to find out who the person who sent Lance back today was.
If it is someone he cannot afford to offend, as a small citizen at the bottom of society and a budding capitalist, he will tactfully choose to back off.
In countless operas, those who attempt to challenge authority eventually become reflections of a certain period of history.
Those who were able to successfully take revenge were originally aristocrats or privileged classes.
In fact, people have been deeply aware of this from the very beginning. The lower class only deserves tragedy.
Comedy and cool dramas belong to the upper class——
The king who suddenly realized his mistake, the princess who gained happiness, the impoverished noble who fulfilled his dream, and the poor boy who finally died tragically under the conventional rules of secular law!
Look, people actually knew this from the beginning, but they always encouraged the poor boy to daydream.
Although the fat boss is a rich man in the eyes of others, he is still at the bottom of the society.
Lance took another piece and ate it in big mouthfuls. When he tried to take the third piece, the fat boss stopped him, "If you like it so much, you can eat it slowly. The rest is yours."
"But can you satisfy my little curiosity?"
Lance licked his lips. The aroma of meat fat and the rich milky flavor of cheese were truly unforgettable.
He pushed the fat boss's hand away and picked up the third piece. "There is a custom in the Empire that it is best not to talk while eating. It is a symbol of good upbringing."
"If you have anything to say, let's talk after we finish dinner."
Seeing that he couldn't stop her, the fat boss quickly picked up two slices, gave one to his daughter, and put the other one into his own mouth.
All of a sudden, the three of them started competing to see who could eat faster.
In less than five minutes, all that was left of a large pizza was the tray and some scraps.
Lance poked the residue hard with his fingers, and the residue stuck to his fingers, and then he wrapped it in his mouth.
When there was nothing left on the plate, he finally patted his stomach and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. It would have been even better if he had a cigarette.
"What did you just say?"
The fat boss repeated the question, "The man who sent you back this afternoon, do you have a good relationship with him?"
Lance didn't lie, "It's OK. I know his boss."
"He has a boss?" the fat boss exclaimed!
In his opinion, Fordis, who was well-dressed and drove a luxury car, was already a figure in the upper class. He didn't expect that there was a boss behind him, and he knew Lance.
He now felt a little regretful for doing so many terrible things to Lance without fully understanding his background.
If the other party retaliates...
He simply couldn't imagine it!
Of course, at this time, he still had some curiosity, which made him start to take some interest in Mr. Fordis's boss. This might be the stupidest thing he had ever done - exploiting Lance.
But it could also be his chance to rise - to meet some big shot!
He leaned forward, his body leaning forward, his attitude even a little flattering, "You and his boss..."
Lance picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was not the low-quality roasted tree branches. The rich coffee bean oil fully moisturized every sip, making people feel its charm.
After taking a big sip, he put down the cup and burped. "You know, my friend ran into some trouble this afternoon, and I need to gather two hundred dollars in a short time."
"I don't know any big names here, so I found a finance company on the next street."
"Financial company?" The fat boss already had a bad feeling, but he still wanted to confirm it.
Lance nodded very seriously, "Yes, from the financial company. I borrowed a sum of money, 300 yuan. He sent me back to see if I had a job, so that he wouldn't be unable to find me later..."
The fat boss's eyes quickly turned red, and he looked at Lance with gritted teeth, squeezing out his name from between his teeth -
"Lance, go over there and mop the floor again!"
"Also, this pizza cost five bucks, and now you owe me nine!"
"If you can't do it before nine o'clock, get out and go to bed!"